Upon returning home we found a gnome and faerie garden. Afraid that they’d be scared away, I didn’t say “Hi” or “Pardon.” They’d set up camp in stonecrop. Made beds of moss and fern. I’d tell them to skedaddle, but that would be too stern. Petiteloulou Pinterest Twitter Facebook Instagram Google+

Jabberwocky BY LEWIS CARROLL ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in… Read More Tuesday’s Theme: Photography, poetry, lilies, and mome raths